Đán: Daddy, you’re the best. I want to marry you.
Dad: No, thank you. I am already married to your mom.
Đán: You know, a boy can marry a boy.
Dad: Of course. Are you going to marry a boy?
Đán: No.
Dad: Who are you going to married then?
Đán: Nobody.

About

Just another good old blog written by Donny Truong. Began in 2003 as
an online space to practice writing English (and now Vietnamese as well), this blog has evolved into collective notes on book, design, music, politics, typography, and stand-up comedy. I also express my struggles, shortcomings, and musings. The content could get quite expletive up in here. If you don’t know now you know. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you just want to check out my professional work, head over to donnytruong.com.